A Cookie Full of Bullets
I open my package of
oatmeal raisin, chocolate chips cookies
I scraped away the sun dried devils
and devoured the chocolate chips of course
but something felt funny, so I forced
my finger down my throat and puked
up my lunch, the yellow,green concoction
contradicted the lead filled little bites of death
and I also spit up some blood as well
stomach pains and heart palpitations
were my best friends for the next 3 months
reminding me that if I ever buy cookies
online again make sure the package
doesn't say "from Russia with love..."
Copyright © Antonio Ball | Year Posted 2015
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